There is a time for everything.
—Ecclesiastes 3:1
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” So opened Charles Dickens’ A Tale of Two Cities.
There are times when everything falls into place: every swing sends the ball soaring, every putt drops, every three-pointer is nothing but net.
Then there are times when we couldn’t hit a slow pitch with a surfboard, couldn’t sink a gimme in four strokes, couldn’t drop a layup against a kindergartener.
Such is the ebb and flow of life: “[A] time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance” (Eccl 3:4).
But bottom line, we win, for “neither death nor life . . . neither the present nor the future . . . nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God” (Rom 8:38, 39).
Final score: we win.